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The night my father left

The evening went My father

we had to look at the window, watching to see him go

not so far away,

and do not move even a hand

The night my father left
there were no songs to listen

because The radio kept talking

and my father was never to return

The evening went

soldier told him not to shoot

stuff that was just enough military service

only say: "stop right!"

The evening came to my mother who saw white
no longer breathe

was holding the telegram:

"gold medal for the stop right '

The evening also I leave I hope

only that it is Christmas because at Christmas

are all at home

to eat, drink, listen, speak

the evening I'll go away

will say that I had to go

will say that I'm not going to feel sick then

but I already know that you are not so

Roger Whittaker